Wait Patiently For Him
by Frances R. Havergal
1. God doth not bid thee wait,
To disappoint at last;
A golden promise, fair and great,
In precept-mold is cast.
Soon shall the morning gild
The dark horizon-rim,
Thy heart's desire shall be fulfilled.
"Wait patiently for Him."
2. The weary waiting times
Are but the muffled peals,
Low preluding celestial chimes,
That hail His chariot-wheels.
Trust Him to tune thy voice
To blend with seraphim;
His "Wait" shall issue in "Rejoice!"
"Wait patiently for Him."
3. He doth not bid thee wait,
Like drift-wood on the wave,
For fickle chance or fixed fate
To ruin or to save.
Thine eyes shall surely see,
No distant hope or dim,
The Lord thy God arise for thee:
"Wait patiently for Him."
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